I love my parents. I hate that I don’t treat them with as much respect as they deserve. I love my sister. I hate that she’ll never try to love me as much as I love her. I love my culture. I hate that I’m not in the country where I belong. I love Mrs. Field’s® cookies and cream chillers. I hate how it contains 1,180 calories. I love admiring beautiful boys. I hate that I’ll never be that admirable girl that boys gaze at. I love dressing up. I hate that in no time will I ever achieve that physical physique I’ve always desired. I love my college. I hate that this may not be the right place for me. I love my friends. I hate that we’ll never be able to return to how it was two years ago. I love rainy days. I hate that whenever it rains, I have to walk outside. I love living. I hate that I’ll never get the chance to actually love life. I love loving. I hate using the word “hate.”
